Last night saw the long-awaited boxing match between Alexander Povetkin and Dillian Whyte, which had been delayed due to the Coronachan farce. Povetkin, a Slavic Pagan or Rodnover, is pushing 41, and although an Olympic gold medalist, is in decline with his movement slowing and stamina waning, as shown in the draw against Michael Hunter last year. Dillian Whyte is a Jamaican with a British passport whom Matchroom Boxing and its hangers-on on the Youtube boxing channels have attempted to build up into a British hero for a deracinated Britain. Whyte was very careful not to reveal his own opinions too much when interviewed about Anthony Joshua's speech to Black Lives Matter in which Joshua, wearing black leather gloves like the Black Panthers of the 1960s, talked of Blacks using Black-owned businesses in Britain, an ancestrally White European country. Both Whyte and his brother Dean, however, made Joshua's excuses for him and continued the anti-White narrative. Whyte had also previously played the race-baiting card against former opponent Lucas Browne.
Last Saturday's headline heavyweight boxing event at Madison Square saw a huge upset. The press have exaggerated its magnitude, but it was certainly a bigger upset than Lewis vs McCall, perhaps as big as Lewis vs Rahman on paper (but which was expected by those who realised Lewis had undertrained), but not as big as Tyson vs Douglas. Nonetheless, Anthony Joshua's loss to squat, fat Hispanic Andy Ruiz will go down as one of the great shock results of heavyweight boxing. After Ruiz got up from a solid uppercut square on the chin in round three, Joshua found himself suddenly tasting the canvas and was on the back foot from there on in, being put down with ease several times before the referee waved it off in the seventh round. Joshua half-heartedly protested that he was fit to continue, but the vacant look in his eyes, of a man who didn't quite know where he was, who had lost any ability to defend himself and who had already spat out his gumshield in resignation, told a different story. As a White European, I watched this bout as a neutral, but the politics behind the fight were as interesting as the match itself and certainly more relevant in a sport that has always been heavily politicised.
The weekend before last saw an interesting boxing encounter, as much for what went on beyond the ring as the match in it. The two fighters could not have been more different: Tony Bellew, a loud-mouthed trash-talking mulatto born in Liverpool, and Oleksandr Usyk, a well-spoken Ukrainian and Olympic gold-medalist who has criticised the conflict between ethnic Russians and Ukrainians in the Crimea in true nationalist terms:
I don't differentiate between our peoples. We're the Slavic people, let's just say that.
This is in spite of pressure from Ukrainian MP Vitaly Kupry, who, after Usyk's victory against Murat Gassiev in Moscow, berated Usyk for fighting in Russia, for not demanding the 'return' of the Crimea to the Ukraine and for sportingly hugging Gassiev after easily winning the contest. Basically, Usyk was berated for not getting involved in petty nationalist politics, of country above race.
